Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like grapes
I make the hardest shed a
em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas like loose leaf paper, to tear
just burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall goin from to hell?
Yall aint nowhere

But in the town on the same dirty ground
And I care how you livin it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I diggin you up
Them niggas bust just to make niggas run by me

I mine with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
it blows, yall so called pimps die hoes
Dont bite rhymes or flows, just air
Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in dead

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the you think spit mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask I need cash
Im a customer, I your cream

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing early
you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You dont my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your the same color
As a tongue of a chow, chow,
These aint water pistols, shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, they your bones to the grissle

Only I how it was gonna come
Put up in your mom, for your only son
Im everyone

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im fucked up, know the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and [unverified]
Poof, me gone, I pray for the of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her that I her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the of my wife
Then she ran out and me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of course as the king of my
to Roleys, back to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was better than a lot of yall
Bed rocked ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I some quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched die extra slow
I shop when I come through with the blue tops
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, it go, yall got it
The Coast, West Coast collabo
Warren G doin it my niggas from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99